"another story for the books" he said
and he was right, he always seems to be
and i'm just a chapter dying to be read

my binding is coming a little undone
a few pages torn here and there
a little yellowed from my days in the sun

judge my cover, soak me in
give me a chance
i'll get under your skin

i want to be your favorite rhyme
stuck in your head
think about me day and night

snuggle up, tuck right in
i'm here for you
let the games begin

open up, line for line
you'll understand
just give it time.